LOG: Just... tell me the skin isn't broken.
WHO: Connor and Xander
WHAT: After Patrol
WHEN: Last Night
WHERE: The Safehouse
WHY: Because they're cute.
WITH: Ouchy Connor, and Xander Massages.
Connor got in from a night of patrol. Tiredly he entered his room, peeling off his t-shirt with a slight wince.
"You know, there's this magical idea called not overworking youself," commented Xander from where he lay on the bed.
"I'm not overworking myself," Connor said, stretching his sore shoulder.
Xander arched a brow. "No depth perception. Not blind."
"What? I'm not. Overworking myself would be... different," Connor decided with a firm nod, sitting on the floor to pull off his shoes.
"Different?" asked Xander, sitting up. "How? Explain Connor-logic."
"It'd be different. I'd be exhausted or have a broken limb or something."
Xander facepalmed. "I have to start talking to sane people," he decided. "Connor, you're sore."
"So?" He asked, leaning back to lay on the floor a moment, the hard surface feeling good against his aching back.
"You're lying on the floor, Connor. The FLOOR," pointed out Xander.
"Feels good."
"Yes, because you've hurt your freaking..." Xander took a deep, claming breath. "Come on, I'll check it over."
"I'm fine," Connor protested.
Xander smirked. "I'll poke it."
He closed his eyes and flipped him off.
Xander chuckled. "See? It is hurt, I win at everything."
"How did you decide it even hurt? I could be flipping you the bird for the hell of it."
"Because I speak Connor-eese," said Xander smugly.
"I'm an ease now? Come over here and ease me a bit by telling me if I broke the skin just under my shoulder blade," Connor said, rolling over.
Xander chuckled, getting up and walking over. "Thought you'd never ask, you need someone to give you first aid, you know."
"I'm fine."
"Uh uh," said Xander, leaning in to check it.
"Just... tell me the skin isn't broken."
"The skin isnt brok.....what were you fighting?"
"As long as it's intact, it doesn't matter," Connor replied.
"It is, now what were you fighting?" asked Xander
"Told you, it doesn't matter. While you're back there how about a massage?" he asked, winking at him over his shoulder.
Xander rolled his eyes, starting to massage Connor's back. "I'll sing if you don't tell me."
"That's not a threat," Connor smirked, resting his head on his arms.
"Is so," said Xander with a grin.
"Not, I want to hear you sing."
"No you don't," he laughed.
"Why not?
"Because I can't sing," said Xander pointedly.
"Since when?"
Xander shrugged. "Since ever."
"Well, I don't think it's a threat so there," Connor replied. "You stopped rubbing," he complained.
"Yes, your highness," Xander rolled his eyes, going back to rubbing. "HEY! You completely changed the subject!"
"Did I? And you stopped again," he said.
"Yes you did," said Xander, rubbing his back gently.
"Oh, okay," he replied, laying his head back down again. "Mmmm feels good."
Xander continued to massage. "I know," he said. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What attacked you?" asked Xander.
"Something I would not have wanted breaking my skin," Connor replied.
Xander stopped his masage. "Connor."
"A Demon, okay? Poison claws. It's dead now so it doesn't matter."
Xander poked his head. "I want to know."
"I just told you!"
"Hmfh, your hiding things," sulked Xander
"I'm hiding nothing. Demon. Poison claws. Dead."
Xander sighed. "Alright, fine."
"What do you want of me?!"
"Nothing, it's okay, just worried," Xander sighed, moving back to the massaging.
"I don't know what it was, alright?" Connor grumbled.
"That's all you needed to say," murmured Xander, kissing his neck.
"Mmpfh," but Connor smiled.
Xander smiled against his skin. "Stop sulking."
"I'm not sulking."
"Are," he teased, nibbling on his ear.
"Mmm. not."
"Are," he chuckled, ruffling his hair.
Connor rolled onto his back and ruffled Xander's back. "Not."
"Are are are," he teased, tickling him.
"Not not not," Connor fought him off best he could.
"I'm winning, you suck," Xander laughed.
"Uhmpfh," Connor quit trying and laughed. "Do you want me to?" he asked, winking.
Xander chuckled, ruffling his hair again. "Hmmmm are you offering?"
"What's in it for me?"
Xander arched a brow. "You want something now?"
"Yes."
Xander grinned. "What would you like?"
"How about a, 'Gee Connor, glad you came back with all your limbs' kiss?"
Xander grinned, leaning in to kiss him. "Gee Connor, glad you came back with all your limbs," he smiled against his lips.
Connor laughed and kissed him back, before copping a feel.
Xander groaned, chuckling as he returned the kiss.
WHAT: After Patrol
WHEN: Last Night
WHERE: The Safehouse
WHY: Because they're cute.
WITH: Ouchy Connor, and Xander Massages.
Connor got in from a night of patrol. Tiredly he entered his room, peeling off his t-shirt with a slight wince.
"You know, there's this magical idea called not overworking youself," commented Xander from where he lay on the bed.
"I'm not overworking myself," Connor said, stretching his sore shoulder.
Xander arched a brow. "No depth perception. Not blind."
"What? I'm not. Overworking myself would be... different," Connor decided with a firm nod, sitting on the floor to pull off his shoes.
"Different?" asked Xander, sitting up. "How? Explain Connor-logic."
"It'd be different. I'd be exhausted or have a broken limb or something."
Xander facepalmed. "I have to start talking to sane people," he decided. "Connor, you're sore."
"So?" He asked, leaning back to lay on the floor a moment, the hard surface feeling good against his aching back.
"You're lying on the floor, Connor. The FLOOR," pointed out Xander.
"Feels good."
"Yes, because you've hurt your freaking..." Xander took a deep, claming breath. "Come on, I'll check it over."
"I'm fine," Connor protested.
Xander smirked. "I'll poke it."
He closed his eyes and flipped him off.
Xander chuckled. "See? It is hurt, I win at everything."
"How did you decide it even hurt? I could be flipping you the bird for the hell of it."
"Because I speak Connor-eese," said Xander smugly.
"I'm an ease now? Come over here and ease me a bit by telling me if I broke the skin just under my shoulder blade," Connor said, rolling over.
Xander chuckled, getting up and walking over. "Thought you'd never ask, you need someone to give you first aid, you know."
"I'm fine."
"Uh uh," said Xander, leaning in to check it.
"Just... tell me the skin isn't broken."
"The skin isnt brok.....what were you fighting?"
"As long as it's intact, it doesn't matter," Connor replied.
"It is, now what were you fighting?" asked Xander
"Told you, it doesn't matter. While you're back there how about a massage?" he asked, winking at him over his shoulder.
Xander rolled his eyes, starting to massage Connor's back. "I'll sing if you don't tell me."
"That's not a threat," Connor smirked, resting his head on his arms.
"Is so," said Xander with a grin.
"Not, I want to hear you sing."
"No you don't," he laughed.
"Why not?
"Because I can't sing," said Xander pointedly.
"Since when?"
Xander shrugged. "Since ever."
"Well, I don't think it's a threat so there," Connor replied. "You stopped rubbing," he complained.
"Yes, your highness," Xander rolled his eyes, going back to rubbing. "HEY! You completely changed the subject!"
"Did I? And you stopped again," he said.
"Yes you did," said Xander, rubbing his back gently.
"Oh, okay," he replied, laying his head back down again. "Mmmm feels good."
Xander continued to massage. "I know," he said. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What attacked you?" asked Xander.
"Something I would not have wanted breaking my skin," Connor replied.
Xander stopped his masage. "Connor."
"A Demon, okay? Poison claws. It's dead now so it doesn't matter."
Xander poked his head. "I want to know."
"I just told you!"
"Hmfh, your hiding things," sulked Xander
"I'm hiding nothing. Demon. Poison claws. Dead."
Xander sighed. "Alright, fine."
"What do you want of me?!"
"Nothing, it's okay, just worried," Xander sighed, moving back to the massaging.
"I don't know what it was, alright?" Connor grumbled.
"That's all you needed to say," murmured Xander, kissing his neck.
"Mmpfh," but Connor smiled.
Xander smiled against his skin. "Stop sulking."
"I'm not sulking."
"Are," he teased, nibbling on his ear.
"Mmm. not."
"Are," he chuckled, ruffling his hair.
Connor rolled onto his back and ruffled Xander's back. "Not."
"Are are are," he teased, tickling him.
"Not not not," Connor fought him off best he could.
"I'm winning, you suck," Xander laughed.
"Uhmpfh," Connor quit trying and laughed. "Do you want me to?" he asked, winking.
Xander chuckled, ruffling his hair again. "Hmmmm are you offering?"
"What's in it for me?"
Xander arched a brow. "You want something now?"
"Yes."
Xander grinned. "What would you like?"
"How about a, 'Gee Connor, glad you came back with all your limbs' kiss?"
Xander grinned, leaning in to kiss him. "Gee Connor, glad you came back with all your limbs," he smiled against his lips.
Connor laughed and kissed him back, before copping a feel.
Xander groaned, chuckling as he returned the kiss.